DJ CLUE
The Professional[Clean]
Текст песни That's The Way We Like It

That's The Way We Like It

(mase)I thought duro was an old man before I met herCheck this out right, this is me m-a dollar sign e (c'mon, c'mon)Thorough,too throrough, harlem world be the buroughCool 'da love up above (that's right)Can't forget my family (who 'dat be) cardan & kfcBlinky blink & d-r-e(uh-huh) (uh-huh)Cluemanati, we like it (uh-huh)

Mase too smooth, call me debonairHits every year, so shake your derriere (c'mon)Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fairWhat a brother, too black, me living hereWe don't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm thereTwenty years old and about to be a millionaireWhat you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumbAnd if you get mase strung, that'll be no pre-numEver since big died, my whole life changedI done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strangeI get nice things, way out your price rangeHalf these girls, don't even know my right nameI'm fly rolie, mink made of coyoteLove a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo' meYou got me confused, see cam the freakMase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beachI some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reachLiving in expenses, 20 grand a weekYou know me, I be o-t,low-keyIcy roli, smoke a o-zI'm a baby face nigga, without no goateeAnd I'm 2.8 and about to blow 3

(mase) fabulous sportChorus: now that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh), we like it (uh-huh,uh-huh),That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) we like it 3x

(fabolous)Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 l-i throughEyes low, from the l-i-qIf you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I doGive alias to any female, I screwOne running with fabolous,who knew as well as I doEvery fed in the country wanna nail my crewBefore I hit the tens, I'm getting bailed by crewBe back downtown,bagging chicks at l-i-uCause money ain't a thing no more, I use to sling the rawNow I'm off in spring to tour, in singaporeMight catch me getting head from a bilingual hoarWho never seen so many diamonds in her ring beforeI'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairoRoast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie lowAnd v two shades with the toast and the tahoeWe the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks onCubans to the belly,and still throwing links onY'all cats know me, I be throwing clinks onAnd be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on

Chorus 3x

(foxy)Did you know that i, simply got these cats where I want 'em and...(uh) see the 6 then I want 'em inIt ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could freak withAnd do that freak shitAnd I'm stepping in hotter, like don dadaSnatch my prada, ya hoes done done nadaMake you never wanna flash your shitLike when you see my crew you wanna stash your shitIf do find me,then I will crash your shitIf you think you was a'ight, I will blast your shitYa know me, chick that ride the dick slowlyUse to be o-t, now I'm 2.3 (uh)Same bitch that y'all loving to hateBe that same chick, that you praying will fakeAnd I solemnly swear, we'll rep to the deathYa heard? (uh,uh,uh)fuck you think this is? If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski offAnd, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing offUnless there's some princesses on the wristOr some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shitOh yeah, it's not a game, I do my thingScan to a change, cop a platinum range